I Know Love Exists Because I Am Full of It

A little poem about filling your cup with love instead of sadness

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I know love exists because I’m not a little girl anymore.

But at 23, my mum still washes my hair with the utmost care and respect.

I know love exists because my cousin told me she would rather walk on the side of oncoming traffic.

Not only to protect me but because if something happened to me the media would paint her the villain.

Because how dare she let her disabled cousin die first.

I know love exists because whenever there are multiple steps my brothers lift and carry me without a fuss.

Although their muscles strain and their breaths reach the depths of their chest, they make me feel like I'm feather light.

I know love exists because my sister-in-law’s are like something out of a fairy tale, a genie couldn’t wish them.

They plan me a fabulous birthday and graduation parties. They pamper me like a princess making me feel cherished and celebrated in all my milestone events.

I know love exists because when I’m overexcited and make plans to go places. My friends ring up and check whether they are wheelchair accessible when I forget.